The Wistful Voyage

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The ink in the pot is black, but the light in this stone chamber is the color of old bruised flesh. I am writing this by the guttering flame of a single tallow candle, the wax pooling on the rough-hewn table like a small, frozen lake. It is the fourteenth day of our confinement here, in the cellar beneath the Ashworth estate, and I have not seen the sun in so long that I have forgotten the...

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